Lyra frowned. "What is wrong?" Lord Faa asked. Lyra shook her head and excused herself from the little group. Once she had gotten into her tent she gave out a whimper. "What is wrong?" Pan asked. Lyra looked at her daemon.
"I'm worried about Roger," she confessed. Pan turned into a cat and snuggled into Lyra's furs. "Roger will be ok. We will find him. You have been worrying too much about him." Lyra let out a sob.
"What if they separate his Daemon like that Tony boy?" Pan shivered. "They won't. We will get there before they even touch him." Lyra gave Pan a small smile. "It is just that I am worried about him because after he kissed me…" Lyra didn't finish. She just put her fingertips on her lips.
"Nothing will happen to him," Pan repeated. Lyra sighed. "I believe you, but," Pan turned into a dog and licked Lyra's face. Lyra giggled.
"Nothing will happen. Roger will be ok," Pan repeated for the third time. Lyra sighed. "I hope you are right," Lyra said standing up and wiping the few tears that had managed to fall away. "Come on Pan, Let's go visit Iorek." Pan nodded and became a mouse snuggling in Lyra's fur coat.